Awoke to misty mountains; breakfasted, stocked up with vital supplies and hit the road.
Played for a while at a gorgeous gorge (where particulates of rock flour render the water turquoise).
Lunch in Hokitika.
Decamped in Franz Josef, home to the terminal face of its namesake glacier; also home to a mess of tourists and all that entails.
Took a short walk and skipped some stones in glacial water.
Dinner in the shadow of yet more misty mountains.